Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon

I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground.

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In a huge, dark blue-hued bedroom of a suburban villa, a scene about an R-rated play was unfolding, creating an ambiguous atmosphere in the entire room.

Cherry Shen had just returned from a business trip. She had exited from the airport and then hailed a taxi.

While in the vehicle, Cherry Shen gazed at the scenery outside the window, and a smile appeared on her face. At this very moment, she was feeling so excited. All she wanted to do was meet the man she had loved so deeply all along.

Cherry Shen pulled out the spare key John Ye had given her and opened the villa's door.

As soon as Cherry Shen entered the house, she heard a strange voice. It sounded like a woman's voice. Pushing open the door, the sight of her sister, Jean Shen, lying naked on top of John Ye greeted her.

"What is this? I can't believe my boyfriend is having sex with my sister!"

Standing in the doorway, Cherry Shen felt angry. She screamed, "John Ye, Jean Shen!"

Cherry Shen's voice brought their intimate act to an abrupt halt.

John Ye tensed at the sight of the incomparable wrath on her beautiful face. His heartbeat too quickened. He immediately picked up his clothes, which were lying on the ground, and put them on hastily.

Jean Shen was still in bed, pulling the quilt around her body to cover it up. But in her heart, she was cursing Cherry Shen. 'This bitch is definitely my nemesis. How dare she come here and sabotage my plans!'

John Ye put on his clothes, went to Cherry Shen and, nervously, explained, "Cherry, you are misunderstanding this. It is not what..."

But before John could finish his sentence, Cherry Shen raised her hand and slapped him across his face.

"John Ye, I will not let you touch me! You can now go find another woman. I am breaking up with you!" With these words, Cherry Shen turned and left, holding back her tears. She despaired at this deep insult and hurt.

Gazing at her receding figure, John Ye's heart was filled with anguish. He had never imagined that he would fail to resist temptation, and this will result in his beloved leaving him.

It was midnight. In the bar, neon lights shone all over the hall.

Cherry Shen was sitting in a chair in front of the bar counter. She was holding the wine that her friend Emily Xia had sent to her. She gulped it down and emptied the cup.

Emily Xia felt sad, watching her friend Cherry Shen drowning herself in alcohol. But she was at a loss for words that would comfort her. During their university years, this earnest senior could get down on one knee to express his dedication to Cherry Shen. But now, he has lived in society for so long, that his core values must also have changed. As for Jean Shen, her heart had always been filled with envy, while her enmity towards Cherry Shen had never decreased.

Cherry Shen was highly intoxicated. Staring at the last drop of wine in the cup, she said to Emily Xia, "Emily, do you think there is something I owe the world? Why did it have to be Jean Shen with John Ye? Why?"

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